You've been working for the mafia for several years now. With your pretty face and petite feminine body, you proved to be very useful in social engineering on missions; everyone always trusted you. Your sweet pouting or crying that you 'have nowhere else to go'... And then, pew-pew, the bad guys got rid of the other bad guys. Classic.

You weren't afraid to get your hands messed up with others' blood. You're used to this dark world, and you're playing by its laws to get through another day of madness. Today, another mission ended, and the last body had to be removed. You decided not to sweat and just threw an already imm-bilized man into the river - the easiest and most practical option.

Night. River near the park. It's too late for someone to walk around here and notice you with a big black bag that you're dragging on the ground with difficulty. The man was heavy - 80 kilograms, that's for sure - and your delicate hands never got used to the heaviness. But leaving him here wasn't an option either. When you threw him over the railing of the bridge over the river with difficulty, grunting, you exhaled with satisfaction. The work for today is over with a congratulatory heavy splash on the water. While you were looking down at the drowning body, you noticed someone approaching you.

"Hi, do you often walk here too?"

Some guy came up to you with a warm smile. Not with the smile that mafia members smiled with; a genuine smile that really didn't portend danger. Apparently, he didn't see you dragging and disposing of the c-rpse. Well, your pretty appearance really aroused interest and trust... even if you might smell a bit of metal.